There, as I looked into the glass in my hand,
A broken glass, I’d hoped would end this pain
Just do it!
Sounded like the voice of freedom
A better end to living life like a phantom.
Joy is a song,
Carved from the depth of many sorrows,
Composed in my head is the orchestra of wailing singers.
I wanted to be gone so soon, but afraid to let go.
Tell me which is better,
The fear of death or the yearning to live,
Mine is the best of both worlds.
Desiring an escape,
Each night I pray
That unidentified shadows take me as I sleep,
I dance in my depression,
Listen to the lullabies of my life’s imperfection,
Smile as wide as the heavens from the earth,
Where dark clouds embellish my soul’s possession.
This is the story of one who prevailed,
Picking up the pieces I lay every glass to waste,
I rise from the shadows of lame execution,
One step at a time, I embraced my life’s devotion
Knowing the fight is mine, life is worth living,
This time when the voices said-
You’re not good enough
My heart echoed – I am,
Burning within you is the desire to prevail
Here’s to those of us who fight unseen battles!
Who feel like our cries can only be heard in our heads.
We choose instead, to stay alive and not accept defeat,
We choose to prevail!!